PCS Grief

Hey Friends,

It’s been quite awhile since I last posted and I humbly beg your forgiveness…the full-time job thing has been very eye-opening.  I think, no–I know–that I am gaining a newfound respect for those of you out there who do it all.  I’m also learning how central being organized is to keeping all the plates spinning at once (and how easily one plate can get knocked down by something unforeseen).

Enough about work, but it does affect life and how often I’m able to get over here to post.

Recently, I read a book that many of you have probably heard of:  Brene Brown’s Rising Strong.  The subtitle of the book interested me:

If we are brave enough, often enough, we will fall.  This is a book about what it takes to get back up.  

The chapters deal with different painful pitfalls we all deal with at one time or another and how to “rumble” with the uncomfortable feelings and move past them.  The chapter that most struck a chord with me though was the chapter called “The Brave and the Brokenhearted”.  It’s about grief and the grieving process.

Most of us think about grief only in terms of losing someone.  Death.  Grief is about more than death, though.  We can feel grief and go through the stages of grief for any loss that affects our life–even the loss of something we can’t quite define.

In Rising Strong, Brene Brown categorizes grief in this way:

  • Loss
  • Longing
  • Feeling Lost

As I read her descriptions of loss, longing and feeling lost, I had a lightbulb moment.  Maybe you’ve all realized that what we experience after a PCS is grief, but I have never thought of it in that way, and I was taken aback.  As a spouse, I feel like we aren’t allowed time or space to grieve–we are expected to pack our house out, move across the country or around the world, adapt to a new environment and do it all with an “I’ve got this!” smile on our face.  One day our life is in Stuttgart, Germany and the next day, it’s in Norfolk, Virginia.  And we don’t miss a step.  Very possibly, there is no time to grieve between finding a new house, signing the kids up for school, moving in, finding Starbucks and a new salon and a new job and the perfect park.

When is there time to properly process grief in the middle of all that?

Here a few quotes from this chapter of Rising Strong that made me think of military spouses and grief.

On loss: “Grief seems to create losses within us that reach beyond our awareness–we feel as if we’re missing something that was invisible and unknown to us while we had it, but is now painfully gone”.

On longing:  “Longing…is an involuntary yearning for wholeness, for understanding, for meaning, for the opportunity to regain or even simply touch what we’ve lost.  Longing is…an important part of grief, yet many of us feel we need to keep our longings to ourselves for fear we will be misunderstood…or lacking in fortitude and resilience”.

Feeling lost:  “Grief requires us to reorient ourselves to every part of our physical, emotional, and social worlds”.

Wow.  Maybe that didn’t quite capture your attention as it did mine…but I was left nodding.  That is exactly what moving feels like:  losing something that was unknown to us while we had it (it doesn’t matter whether you love or loathe that duty station–I promise you’ll still grieve “normal” life).  Cue the longing:  it’s where you lived when you were first married, you had a child/children there, you bought a house there, it was your “favorite” duty station–whatever transpired, life is encapsulated between a set of dates on a certain point on the globe.  Feeling lost:  literally, feeling lost–having to adjust to a new home, new neighborhood, new schools, new culture, new time zone, everything NEW.

Grief can crop up at the oddest of times, when you least expect it.  Just this week, I was missing Japan.  There are times when I’m homesick for Germany or wish I could be in Newport, Rhode Island on a sunny summer afternoon.  I miss homes that we’ve made, friends that we’ve made, everyday life in various places.

Everyone’s lives change…it doesn’t matter if you never move or move every two years, but I think that as military spouses, PCS carries a special kind of grief and that we need to be open to the truth that it really IS grief and that it needs to be processed and not ignored.

What do you think?








Why I’m Breaking Up With Facebook

Hi Friends,

Last Friday, I decided to break up with Facebook.  For good this time.  Trust me, there have been many, many instances of me almost pushing that “deactivate account” button before.  Most of the time, I was making that almost decision in the heat of the moment, feeling stung, hurt, indignant, left out or not good enough.

This time, though, I feel as though I had a valid reason to leave Facebook behind.  And just to be clear–I suspended my account, I didn’t deactivate it, so it’s still there, whenever I feel like I could have enough self-control to log in for just a few minutes and check in with everyone.

The decision to let go of Facebook this time occurred because I just decided to take on a full-time job.  Yes, FULL…as in, 40 hours (plus) per week.  I haven’t worked a full-time job for almost 15 years, since before I met my husband and jumped onboard the rollercoaster of military life.

Once I (gulp) made the decision to accept the job offer, my mind immediately went into full-on organizer/planner mode.  I made 14 freezer suppers.  I printed an elaborate calendar detailing what we’d be having for supper every evening.  I designed a list of chores per child that were just right for having all their homework done, dinner started and the table set by the time I walk through the door.

Of course, I know there are going to be days when that schedule just gets shot to heck…but so far, it’s working.

Anyway, in terms of my own personal time, I knew I had to let go of some clutter.  I started by cleaning out my closet and getting a ThredUP bag (OK, two) of discarded clothes ready to go, then switching over to fall things.  As I used to do, I put together several work outfits and put them at the front of my closet rod along with necessary accessories–so easy to grab one in the morning and not stand around in a towel, wondering what to wear!

I bought a bunch of freezer meals and healthy snacks to stash in my desk at work.  I cleaned the house so I could start from fresh and scheduled areas to concentrate on in my precious free hour at the beginning of the day.

And I broke up with Facebook.  For years, Facebook has been sucking my time and energy.  There were moments on Facebook that were glorious and reconnecting with friends from the past (and staying connected with friends/family around the world) is great.  I just spent SO. MUCH. TIME. looking.  Scrolling.

I need to be more present in the time I have with my family in the evenings.  I need to focus on learning the ropes at work right now.  And I need to dump some clutter–Facebook might not seem like clutter, but it is.

I would like to say I’ll come back and start sharing posts for Orderly Home Organizer at some point, but I’m not sure what the future holds.  It’s one day at a time right now, baby!

I’ll still write here for now and share articles from time to time, so keep visiting me.

Oh, and I am still organizing, boots on ground–it will just have to be weekends, so if you are in the greater DC area and need some organizing help (and see, even the organizer needed a little organizing help!), give me a shout!



That Clutter in Your Home Used to be Money

Please take a moment and read this excellent article from Retire Before Dad…I could not have said it better myself, therefore, I’m linking to his words and sharing them with you!

I recently decluttered my daughter’s room.  She’s a bit of a packrat…I’m not sure where that tendency comes from (maybe from a having a mother who spirits your “treasures” away while you’re in school?  Or maybe because she’s very artistic and naturally accumulates more?)…but she loves “stuff”.  She keeps things like empty candy containers and plastic cups from restaurants and every.single. McDonald’s Happy Meal toy (even though I always tell the staff that we do NOT want the toy, thank you very much).

I broke one of my cardinal rules as an organizer and decluttered without her…I don’t generally recommend it, as obviously, it can lead to issues.  However.  My daughter has a level of junk in which items can be decluttered by me without her even being aware that the Force has been disrupted.  I’m talking candy wrappers, lone socks, dusty objects under her bed.  I wouldn’t dream of touching any of her artwork or special items, but all the stuff residing in the dark, dusty corners and crevices or her room are fair game.

I love this article from Retire Before Dad for any number of reasons:  because it’s so damn spot-on true, because it’s a little sad how much money, time and space we waste housing things that have little to no value in our lives or anyone else’s–and it’s usually a shock to find out that those items we thought were valuable or “might” be valuable really aren’t.

But the lines I loved the most were the ones about the adrenaline high of the furtive throw-away of a toy…we’ve all felt it, right?

Go on–read it and see for yourself!

Recovery After Relocation–Elizabeth Claire Wood Nails PCS Emotion

This article from Elizabeth Claire Wood is probably the most accurate portrayal of the emotions and stress surrounding a PCS that I’ve ever read.  I wanted to make sure that I didn’t lose these amazing words, so I’m storing them here on the blog.   Please visit Ms. Wood at or pick up this article at the amazing Military Wife & Mom.  

The longer we are active duty military, the more quickly and aptly I’m able to self-diagnose and articulate the funk I’m in. What it is this time, is something I have recently described as the Post-PCS Crash, also known as Complete Depletion. There is a process to arriving at this state of being, so I’ll explain.

For the few weeks leading up to the move, you find yourself in “get it done” mode. You’re working at break-neck speed to offload unwanted home items; you’re purging, and organizing. Physically, it is tiring.

You are saying goodbyes to friends and Army family; you are trying to protect your heart; you are making sure the kids are doing okay with the weight of the move. It is summer and you will be darned if you let the move eat up all of the fun, so you try to plan for some adventure and enjoyment to mark the time; but not too much fun because you don’t have the energy for it. Emotionally it is tiring.

Then, you have the “move week” where you are truly functioning on high-surging adrenaline. The packers and movers are in and out of your house; you are feeding them, overseeing their progress, trying to estimate whether or not your belongings will arrive at the next place safely. You clean and empty your way out of your house; wiping away dust, memories and…tears.

You make the physical move, for some this takes hours and for some this takes days. You and your spouse drive both loaded down vehicles to the next state; they are heavy with cleaning supplies, air mattresses, suitcases, duffle bags, Crock-pots, emotions.
You try to reframe the whole thing as an adventure…a road trip of sorts…are we having fun yet?

You arrive and you inquire about your next house. Is there one available? How long until we can move in? How long until we receive our household goods?

Mentally, you assess how your things may or may not fit into the house. You will deal with various housing issues like urgent repairs and financial matters— deposits, turning on utilities while you are still paying last bills at your old address, pro-rated rent, long-term temporary housing until your real estate closing.

You store or donate what you don’t need— d***it we just sold our mower and weed eater and they *don’t* mow your back yard on post!

It’s like a drain plug has been pulled from your checking account. You’ve just paid to have your house and carpets cleaned, the grocery budget is a joke that mocks you after weeks of eating out; and now you are buying and replacing what you do need to make your new house functional— rugs, doormats, a new broom, extension cords, a lawn mower, and bedding because you’ll be reconfiguring your kids’ bedroom furniture yet again.

You are in desperate need of a good night of sleep or maybe some alone time, maybe both. You are hotel weary. That continental breakfast was sufficient on day one or two, but by day twelve if you ever see another stale pastry, it will be too soon.

Or maybe you are so tired of sitting in your empty house on nothing but camping chairs. You are like a turtle carrying your home on your back as you trek laundry for a family of five down the hall, across the street, or in and out of your car at the laundromat. You are starting to sorely miss your creature comforts. Literally.

Household goods arrive and you compulsively begin unpacking and arranging your house to make it a home. These are the days where that adrenaline is surging the hardest. You are already worn out from the previous few weeks. And now, it’s go time. Slow down, pace yourself, some may say…but you just want to unpack and settle as quickly as possible.

Yes, the movers bring your things inside the house. Yes, they do most of the heavy lifting. But these few days are truly back-breaking. You are ripping off tape, unwrapping packing paper like mad. You are squatting, lifting, arranging…dishes, books, closets, keepsakes. You’re moving things from room to room, exhausted, sweating, and sore.
Just one more box. Just one more hour. Just one more room. Then you can rest. You think the finish line is in sight, but those big brown boxes with packing tape and stickers loom over you.

Rest? Not anytime soon.

When your kids are a little older, the unpacking can be a family affair, thankfully. Many hands make light work, and the faster things are unpacked and settled, the faster, you hope, everyone can begin meeting neighbors, making connections, and enjoying the new place. There is a temporary, albeit false, sense of ahhhhhhhhh— the house is unpacked and looks a little like home, it’s starting to feel like we live here.

There are a few days or weeks when you’re floating on the adrenaline high of the move. This is the period where I’m wearing my rose-colored glasses and my Pollyanna-cheerful-we-are-gonna-love-it-here-and-golly-gee-this-is-super attitude carries me along.
You check out some cool attractions in your area—eat at the local spots, enjoy the amenities on post, visit a church, ask strangers where they have their hair done, orient yourself to the nearest Target, revel in the glory of having a Trader Joes (if only temporarily), and begin having conversations with your neighbors.

These are the activities that follow after your boxes are unpacked. These are the activities that help you acclimate to a new place and new people. These are the activities that temporarily trick you into thinking you have arrived and you are settled.
As much as you fight to maintain a positive attitude and optimistic outlook about the new place and the fresh opportunities…what goes up must come down. The universal law of gravity is also the universal law of a PCS. It’s the let-down effect or what I’m calling the PCS Crash. A prolonged period of stress is finally coming to a close or at least tapering off and your body is telling you it is time to rest and chill-the-heck-out.
Another way the sudden decrease in pressure can set you up to crash and burn: “Emotional stress and physical stress kick up the same inflammatory response, which opens the door for illness or the let-down effect…” After either type of stress dies down, there’s “a down-regulation of the immune system, a suppression of the immune response, [as a reaction] to the easing of stress.” In addition, the surge-and-fall of stress hormones could knock down dopamine levels in the brain, which can trigger overeating and substance abuse as people (unconsciously) try to raise their dopamine levels so they can feel reward and pleasure again…” (U.S. News and World Report)
Over the past few days I’ve begun feeling the crash. I have been irritable, snippy, more anxious than usual, and flat worn-out. I actually succumbed to the exhaustion two days ago and took a nap at 10 am; I’ll probably do it again today as I woke up at 5:00 am with my mind racing.

A few years ago, I would have tried to outrun the tired and choke it out with more busyness and activity. And as the blurb from the article above suggests, some use food or drugs to feel reward and pleasure again. I’m a busy-junkie, but I’ve learned that’s not the way to solve or remedy the Post-PCS Crash.

You remedy it with as much rest as possible. You go to bed early, you nap often, and you relax. You don’t put pressure on yourself or your family to do anything other than replenish your physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional reserves.

You stay still. You breathe deeply. You pray and meditate. You exercise. You take long walks. You look out around you and up to the sky. You eat healthful foods. You read or watch television or journal. Busyness does not eradicate exhaustion…rest does.

Those of us who are military spouses know that this rest-chasing is difficult to master. We want to maximize our time on station; see the sights, meet the people, do the things. And in time, we will, but we cannot pour from an empty or broken cup. It’s easy to allow a PCS to take center stage of our lives when it comes.

There is so much to do and most of it feels urgent and necessary. There comes a point though that you have to let the urgent and necessary die down and fizzle out. There comes a point when you have to set aside the hustle and embrace chill mode. I don’t like the image of crashing and burning. I prefer the image of my body (and mind) telling me it’s time to slow down, stop if necessary, wait, rest, and to enjoy an interlude of tranquility.

Won’t you join me?

Prepping for Travel

A big component of being an organized person is being prepared for whatever comes your way. If you’re dealing with a chaotic house on a regular basis, then it’s likely that along with disorganization, you don’t have a lot of systems in place to help you ease through everyday life and handle the curve balls life throws from day-to-day.

This topic has been on my mind lately as I have had occasion to travel a couple of times in July.

Along with being an organized person, I consider myself to be a frugal person—and part of being both is being prepared. Always looking ahead, always planning, having a good calendar, doing the research, taking advantage of amenities/discounts/points/miles.

So, our first vacation was up to a great resort in Vermont on Lake Champlain. Message me if you’d like the name of a beautiful, historic, fun, Dirty Dancing-esque resort. It is a dream! This was our second time staying at the resort, so I had an idea of what to expect: breakfast was included, but lunch and supper weren’t. Rooms have mini-fridges, but not microwaves.  I was aware of the dining options, from ties and jackets to informal, along with the other amenities this resort has to offer.

Last year when we stayed at said resort, we had just been on a Space-A adventure that was meant to end up in Germany.  Our plans fell through (someone–ahem–not me, was not prepped) and we just continued north to Vermont and booked this place on a whim.

It turned out to be great, but I was not prepped and the biggest sticker shock was not even the cabin prices. It was the FOOD. Meals were crazy expensive. Breakfast was included in our package, so I made sure we timed breakfast to tide us over until lunch. We drove into town and purchased a few snack items and stocked the fridge with drinks for the adults and the kids (they did provide a corkscrew—I mean, I can’t resist that temptation!).  That helped our food bill a bit, but we just weren’t prepared for how much food would cost and although we had a great time, I felt a little ill over the final bill.

We left knowing that we would likely be back again, but this time, with a little better planning. This year, I packed my cooler (thanks, Amazon Fresh!) with lunchmeat, cheese, yogurt, applesauce, drinks and bread. Oh, and ubiquitous peanut butter…peanut butter and bread have traveled the world with me and my fussy eaters, and in the process has saved me probably hundreds of dollars.

So, there I was, enjoying myself on the shore of beautiful Lake Champlain, sunning and reading while my kids splashed. When it was time for lunch, I got up and called the kids in, saying “Let’s go get our sandwiches!”.

Other mom sitting nearby: “Oh, where are you going for your sandwich?”
Me: “Oh, back to our room, I packed everything for lunch!”.
Her: “Smart.”

We had four or five meals that way, so I figure I saved between $150-200 just on lunch, if not more.

We ate supper at the cheapest place on the resort, and whatever was leftover came back to our room fridge and became part of lunch. We also took advantage of the resort’s very liberal policy on removal of breakfast food from the buffet to supplement our snacks/lunch (I mean, they brought me the takeaway box and told me to help myself—I’m not going to turn that down!). We ate really well on a strict budget and I didn’t feel guilty having a glass of wine (though I packed some of that in too—I mean, even a “cheap” glass at $9 is killer to me!).

Next up—last-minute travel home to attend my grandmother’s funeral. I flew American. Do your research folks, because some airlines are now charging for CARRY-ON bags. As in, you are not allowed to bring a carry-on and put it in the overhead bin or you will be charged $25 or more. You are allowed ONE personal item.

Well, I already felt like I’d donated a damn kidney for my ticket in steerage, so I wasn’t about to give American another dime of my hard-earned money. So—I packed in a backpack, rolling my clothes and wearing layers:  tank top, T-shirt, cardigan and jacket. Yeah, it was a little hot in DC, but at my destination, I just stripped off a few layers and put them in a shopping bag. I carried just a small purse that fit on top of my clothes and I even managed to get my laptop and Kindle into the bag.

My point is this: we pay a lot to travel. And we should strive to travel. There is nothing more wonderful than leaving everyday life behind and trying something new. There is nothing more wonderful than making memories and starting traditions. BUT—do your planning in advance. Try to find that hotel with a kitchenette. If you can’t pack in the food, meal plan and do a quick grocery shop. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure of trying new/local foods, but cut it to one meal a day—it will be looked forward to and remembered even more if you make it a once a day event, anyway.

Check on your hotel to find out about any hidden fees—do they have a fee to park? Fee for Wi-Fi? Fee to use their spa facilities or gym? What kind of amenities does the hotel offer? Make friends with the concierge and he/she can direct you on fantastic, sometimes free adventures wherever you are. Check on airline fees and baggage policies—the last thing you want to find out after you’ve packed and arrived at the airport is that you’re going to wind up coughing up $25 or more per bag or paying for bags that over the airline’s weight limit.  Don’t overpack–travel is the best time to try out a capsule wardrobe.  Think about it–on vacation, isn’t it always easier to get dressed?  Yep, it’s because you have limited choices!

A ounce of prep is worth a pound of…money? I don’t know, but I guarantee you’ll have a happier vacation feeling great that you saved some money!

Questions to Ask Before You Buy

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Today’s blog comes to you via the amazing Tsh Oxenreider at Art of Simple.  Tsh is, quite simply, amazing.  She writes about all sorts of things pertaining to life and simplifying your life, she has a podcast, she’s a published author AND you need to read her posts about the year she and her family traveled the world, living out of backpacks!

Basically, she’s living the dream!

I’ve posted this particular blog post on PCS Prepper a couple of times, but I wanted to share it in this space too, because it is such a short, sweet, but perfect little post about thinking it through and asking yourself some important questions before you buy an item.

If you’re trying to simplify your life and let go of clutter, one of the ways you will have to challenge yourself is to set limits on new items coming back into your home.  If you have expended energy to simplify and declutter, the worst thing you can do is go right back out and start filling the house back up with stuff.

You need to teach yourself to stop and carefully consider your purchases.  Obviously, I’m not talking about things like groceries (unless you are a spice hoarder–I’ve met a couple of those–do NOT buy any more spices!).  I’m talking about clothing.  Jewelry, shoes, kitchen items, decorative items.  Knicknacks and brick-a-brack.  Baskets and books.

As consumers, we are subject to a constant barrage of advertising and messages telling us that we need the latest and greatest clothes, gadgets, furniture, cars.  Advertising is everywhere.  It’s sneaky and pervasive and plays on our emotions.

Teach yourself to pause for a moment when you pick up an item.  Do you really need it?  Are you willing to become the caretaker for it (maybe it requires dry cleaning or is a kitchen item that requires disassembly to clean it properly)?  Do you already have an item similar to it at home?  Do you have the money to spend on it and do you want to spend money on a thing or would you rather save towards a bigger goal, like your nest egg or a dream vacation?

Don’t forget giveaways–if you’re at a convention or meeting and they’re handing out free coffee cups or swag, it’s OK to say “No, thank you”.  Believe you me, I know the lure of FREE…right this minute I have a beautiful dining room set sitting in my garage that I picked up last night because someone was giving it away.  It won’t sit there for long.  I’ll either use it in my own home or find another use for it soon.  This was a lucky deal that I stand to profit from, but you don’t need free coffee cups, Happy Meal toys, doodads and junk.  Say no.

The key is to stop, consider and only let it into your home if it passes the test.

Trust me, it will get easier and easier to walk past those displays at Target as you hone your skill as a selective consumer!

Good luck!







I’m Not Here to Judge

Do you want to contact me, but feel so embarrassed about your clutter and/or lack of organization that you don’t want anyone, much less someone who is more organized than the average human, to see it?

Are you afraid that I will make you throw everything away, leaving you with bare walls, no books, a capsule wardrobe and no memorabilia?

Do you keep putting off contacting me because you see me advertise and you know you need the help, but you keep telling yourself that you’re going to get to it…this weekend (and then it’s next weekend and pretty soon, another year has gone by and the situation has gotten worse)?

Well–I have news–I’m not here to judge!  Please don’t get me wrong, I do care why you’ve amassed clutter or why your organizing systems aren’t working.  I care about the underlying reasons why you might buy too many clothes or feel that you need to keep every gift that your mother-in-law gave you.  I care about these feelings, because they’re why you have amassed stuff and talking about those feelings can be revelatory.  Revelatory and freeing!

I’ve had so many clients who act nervous to show me the room, the closet, the cupboards that they need help with…they’re so apologetic.

Please don’t feel like you need to be apologetic about your situation, because we are all human.  We all have separate and distinct talents.  We all live differently and are wired differently.  Maybe you’re a really great defense attorney or good at jujitsu or play the bassoon in the National Symphony Orchestra.  Maybe you speak six languages or have written a book or are the best mom on the block.  Whatever it is–you have a talent.  Your talent just might not be decluttering and organizing.

I have a talent too–and that is listening and helping people let go of things that they don’t need/want/love, things that are cluttering their lives.  And then putting back the items they decide to keep.  That’s my talent and I want to share it with people, because I love to do it and I love seeing people’s look of relief when we finish up.

I’m not judging…I’m not silently thinking “Well…Mrs. Jones has really let things go around here!”.

Don’t let that be the reason you don’t get in touch with me.

Second–are you afraid that I’m a mean organizer?  That I’ll stand over you with a trash bag and force you to throw everything away, regardless of sentimental value?  I’m going to tell you something:  I have a bin of things that belonged to my grandfather, a man that I thought was a giant among men…and guess what?  I have an envelope of his beard clippings from his 1976 Bicentennial beard (apparently, it was a thing that year).  BEARD CLIPPINGS.  I can’t bear to throw them out.

Now, does that sound like someone who will make you throw things away?  Now obviously, I will offer a slightly opinion on your leopard-print stirrup pants from 1991, unless, of course, those were the leopard-print stirrup pants you got married in, but otherwise, I will likely ask you why you want to save such an item.

That’s my job…to suss out if you really and truly are using/loving/wanting all those things.  Usually, the answer is no and I barely have to coerce my clients into starting to fill the trash bags.  They’ve been wanting to for years and they finally have someone to stand and help them sort and hold them accountable for a few hours to GET IT DONE.

Third–I understand the drive to save money by thinking you can do something yourself.  I do things myself all the time.  For instance, I’ve been painting the hall bathroom for the last five or six weeks.  WEEKS.  Why?  Because I was convinced it would be a quick and easy project that I could do myself instead of calling in a painter.  Guess what?  I should have called a painter.  I know you think you’re going to get to it, but if you were, wouldn’t it have been done a long time ago?  In the meantime, those boxes/clutter sits there from week to week, taking up valuable real estate not only in your home, but in your mind and heart as well.

Therefore, you, my friend, should just call me.  Don’t be embarrassed.  Don’t be afraid of losing stuff.  And don’t be afraid of how much I cost, because I am about 3-4 times less expensive than your average organizer…I have seen ladies charging well over $100/hr and while I’m happy for them raking in the dough, I’m happy with $100 per four hour session.

I know my clients would agree that those $100 sessions are money well spent.  I know you will too, so let’s get started!

(Contact me through the form on almost every page on this site).